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I couldn’t wait for my class to end so I could run outside and find el carrito (Stand) I fell in love with the feeling and the taste before I even knew what love was. I stood outside holding my mother’s hand waiting for her to ask the times she did not ask I would pull on her plaid, decently long skirt and looked over towards the man selling raspados She knew what I wanted and she knew how much I wanted it. I focused on ... el carrito as if looking at it would be enough to call the gods of raspados to have mercy over me They cost $1.50. My mother gives me the money I run over The man says te faltan, no es suficiente (not enough) I was devastated, I began to take step back slowly, I dared to not look at my mother with this disappointment. I barely noticed the lady standing behind the man, she was the boss I noticed she was looking towards my mother Maybe she saw in my mother’s face something convincing, or maybe my confusion triggered a mother instinct Whatever it was, it was enough As I walked away slowly with my first heart break, the lady behind says, tiene antojo, tu daselo (She has a craving, give it to her) I thanked her with my smile and with a slight flitter in my heart of happiness and even more with my taste buds having a celebration just by looking at how this raspado was being made The beautiful sound of the mountain man, holding a metal, rectangular shaver of ice containing it all inside until it was ready to be placed in the cup. The small stones pile one by one when crushed Just big enough to hold shape and small enough to enjoy Then the miel con sabor a tamarindo being delicately set on top, like a creamy blanket in liquid form Si, con limon y sal, porfavor, y poquito chile (add salt and lemon, and a bit of spice... Please) because my mom taught me how to be polite and then, to my surprise the actual fruit tamarindo on top, a light brown coloring with a soft cover on the hardened seed inside It decorated with grace and delight, the treat awaiting for me I felt the richness There I learned my first lesson of kindness
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Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
The-Voice
A Poor Man's treat?
I couldn’t wait for my class to end so I could run outside and find el carrito (Stand) I fell in love with the feeling and the taste before I even knew what love was. I stood outside holding my mother’s hand waiting for her to ask the times she did not ask I would pull on her plaid, decently long skirt and looked over towards the man selling raspados She knew what I wanted and she knew how much I wanted it. I focused on ... el carrito as if looking at it would be enough to call the gods of raspados to have mercy over me They cost $1.50. My mother gives me the money I run over The man says te faltan, no es suficiente (not enough) I was devastated, I began to take step back slowly, I dared to not look at my mother with this disappointment. I barely noticed the lady standing behind the man, she was the boss I noticed she was looking towards my mother Maybe she saw in my mother’s face something convincing, or maybe my confusion triggered a mother instinct Whatever it was, it was enough As I walked away slowly with my first heart break, the lady behind says, tiene antojo, tu daselo (She has a craving, give it to her) I thanked her with my smile and with a slight flitter in my heart of happiness and even more with my taste buds having a celebration just by looking at how this raspado was being made The beautiful sound of the mountain man, holding a metal, rectangular shaver of ice containing it all inside until it was ready to be placed in the cup. The small stones pile one by one when crushed Just big enough to hold shape and small enough to enjoy Then the miel con sabor a tamarindo being delicately set on top, like a creamy blanket in liquid form Si, con limon y sal, porfavor, y poquito chile (add salt and lemon, and a bit of spice... Please) because my mom taught me how to be polite and then, to my surprise the actual fruit tamarindo on top, a light brown coloring with a soft cover on the hardened seed inside It decorated with grace and delight, the treat awaiting for me I felt the richness There I learned my first lesson of kindness
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